Shukdeb Mazumder
Earth, hurriedly give birth
to a long shower of rain,
I am in pungent pain
poured by the summer hearth.
Please try to understand
the weird behaviour of summer-
the scorching sun, hot air
and the state of no-rain grand.
The pitched paths are cookers
reflecting fire to the pedestrians,
heatwaves are creating hains
making us suffocation-sufferers.
Dried up is my dearest nature-
save her, earth, save us and usher!
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
30-06-2023
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